The Hall was totally weird, as EHX sold almost nothing there (from what I remember, just the light art).

It was on 48th Street (NYC’s music performance district), so the idea was that you’d try stuff there and then walk over to Manny’s/Sam Ash/Rudy’s/etc. to purchase.

It was all black, with a counter on the right when you walked in. On the left, there were pedestals with EHX gear, guitars, and headphones — you could just walk in, and pick up a guitar, and play. In the back, there was a stage.

Once, we actually had 48th street closed off, and Adrian Belew did a little performance. Something was wrong with one of the pedals, and Mike bent over to see what was wrong, and his pants split in two. Oh, and I remember somebody’s shouting at him, “capitalist pig.”

The Hall was totally weird, as EHX sold almost nothing there (from what I remember, just the light art).

It was on 48th Street (NYC’s music performance district), so the idea was that you’d try stuff there and then walk over to Manny’s/Sam Ash/Rudy’s/etc. to purchase.

It was all black, with a counter on the right when you walked in. On the left, there were pedestals with EHX gear, guitars, and headphones — you could just walk in, and pick up a guitar, and play. In the back, there was a stage.

Once, we actually had 48th street closed off, and Adrian Belew did a little performance. Something was wrong with one of the pedals, and Mike bent over to see what was wrong, and his pants split in two. Oh, and I remember somebody’s shouting at him, “capitalist pig.”